Emily

The church bells ring out morning glory

When summer bends to the winter's rage

Emily walks through the cemetery

Passed a dog in an unmarked grave

The old girl hobbles, nylons sagging

Talks to her sisters in the ground

I saw a lie in the mirror this morning

I heard a prophesy all around

And Emily they come and go

The shadows and the distant sounds

But Emily don't be afraid

When the weight of angels weighs you down

Emily prays to a faded hero

In a little frame clutched to her gown

Hears the voice of promise in his memory

Tonight's the night they let the ladder down

In a cage sits a gold canary

By a wicker chair and a rosewood loom

As a soul ascends abord the evening

Canary sings to an empty room